"The Underboss and His Possession " - After being sheltered from the outside world a majority of her life in hopes to protect her from the dangers of the real world, Amaras life is soon turned upside down after she witnesses a murder at the hands of a dangerous mobster named Salvatore Romano. Like any person with common sense, Amara feared him more than any thing in the world, but soon her fear started to fade away as she realized she was falling in love with the mobster. In fact, she fell crazy in love. So crazy, that she would do just about anything for him...and she means anything. But would he do the same for her? ۵ "You'd do anything for me, right princess?" He asked softly, and I slowly nodded my head as I stared into his gray eyes that were pulling me in for a longing trance. He placed a kiss on my forehead, reaching into the back of his slacks as he handed me a gun. "I want you to kill him."

Highest Rankings: #1 in BDSM Relationship #2 in Billionaire Romance Having just graduated from college at the top of her class, Jessika Blake lands a position at Seattle's top modeling agency: Hart Management, and Jessika has been hired as a Personal Assistant to none other than the CEO, Damien Hart. But no one lasts in this position for long. Damien Hart is known for being ruthless. He always gets what he wants both personally and professionally. Add that in to his insanely good looks and his overall charm, he is simply hard to resist. That's why when Jessika walks in, he sees her as just another game. Little does Damien know, Jessika is ruthless too. Maybe even more so. When things start to heat up between the two, Jessika knows she can't fall for him. But maybe she can get Damien to fall for her. Damien sees her as a game? That's fine... Let's Play. ●LIKE ● COMMENT ● SHARE ● VOTE

❃ The Violinist and His Painter ❃ "Am I?" She challenged, she could tell his eyes dark with anger and lust even though she was blinded by a silk piece of ribbon. Mireia knew she was pushing his buttons; felt the strong desire to push him to the very edge. Feeling the violin bow slowly travel along her bareback, unloosing the tensed knot, she felt his bulge grow against her. Instantly, her body squirmed and rubbed along his tight straining trousers. "If you keep doing that, I won't have a choice but to spread your legs apart and take you right here." Ezequiel hissed darkly, his fossil eyes darker than any snow clouds. Mireia smiled and a small moan escaped her lips as the violin bow was smacked against her cushioned ass. "I'd like to see you try" Mireia's subconscious only begged to be taken. Taken by Ezequiel Fontanez. Her only demise - A hundred and twenty seven years ago, a well-respected woman's daughter and a shoe maker's son both fell deep into the abyss of love. However, these naive lovers had to fall apart as fate was made by the illusion of betrayal. Now, a hundred and twenty seven years later, they are both reunited into the same yet new world with the dreams that haunt them. They share both the exotic evocation of lust, temptation and pure desire. Will love ever weave it's silk into their minds or will the shadows of betrayal, once again, paint a tainted image of another tragic death.

After the tragic incident that happened eleven years ago, Celio sought shelter to the only family she knew she had left, her father. But what she didn't know were the skeletons hidden behind every closet of his. Escaping a nightmare is never easy, with a memory she longed to bury, Celio never expects the revelation she's about to find out. With all the secrets, lies and games she discovered, it all leads to the ephialtes himself, Luca Della Cortez. --------------------------------- "Why are you doing this?!" I snapped, struggling to keep my breath steady at our close proximity. "Because you're mine.." He muttered roughly, still keeping my hands pinned on either side of my head with my back pressed against the walls. "Mine to fuck, mine to please and mine to use..." He rasped lowly, his face was inches away from mine as his eyes darkens with lust. I couldn't help the tension that was building in my lower region betraying my mind. I've seen this all coming, and I know there's no chance in hell I'm getting out of here. So the next words that came out of my mouth were the words any sane person wouldn't say. "So fuck me" mature content!

an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

"Brother, I want to introduce you to my friends" Ric came back with- oh my god. "This Olivia, Nicole, and Katerina, this is- "Lucca" He was a man now, from the last time I saw him, back then he was still a boy. He was now taller, his muscles were defined even through his white dress shirt. He was now covered in black ink that made him even more handsome if that's even possible. His jaw is more defined, his black hair and grey eyes are still the same. Those eyes, I use to stare at them for hours. He was my first love, my first everything. "Aurora" Aurora, I haven't heard that name in years. He sounded as shock as I am. "It's Katerina now" I responded my voice still weak. "You two know each other?" asked Ric who was just as confused as everyone. "We did years ago." - Katerina Reyes has never had an easy life, the only happiness she has ever known was with a boy. She grew up with an alcoholic father who abuse her mother, and then one day beats her to death. She is left with her sister to take care of and will do anything to protect her even leaving the boy she loved. Years later after her mother's accident Katerina joined the mafia and became an assassin, she later has an in counter with her ex-lover who was now a man, not just any man but the Don of the Italian Mafia. Lucca Giovanni Romano was born with everything and nothing at the same time. Born into the family that created the biggest empire known to man kind, yet has to prove himself everyday to stay on top. Left to him by his father to run the mafia, trained since a child to kill anyone who betrays him. To show no emotion, no love, until on a business trip he meets a girl, he loved her more than anything and was willing to give up everything for her, that is until she dissapears...

❝Are you done acting like you care?❞ Tristan's jaw clenches so hard that for a second I'm actually afraid his teeth will disintegrate. ❝I'll ask one more time. Where. Were. You. Last. Night.❞ I lift my chin, wishing the raw command in his voice didn't have me damn near shaking. ❝You really wanna know? Fine, then. I was at Isaac's with his face between my legs getting me to moan his name for hours.❞ And he snaps. My hips are grabbed roughly by big warm hands- hands that teased and touched and caressed every inch of my body just a few days ago- and I'm being shoved up against the closed door of my bedroom. Tristan's blue eyes practically gleam with rage and a muscle in his jaw twitches furiously as he glowers down at me. Yeah, this was not good. This was not good at all. How dare he pin me against a door like a caveman and interrogate me about my whereabouts in my own home? At least... that's what I told myself as I felt my breaths turn shallow and my thighs slowly clench together. {𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮} 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #2 in vulnerable #6 in conflict #12 in jealousy #17 in steamy #19 in chicklit #29 in collegeromance #60 in eroticromance #69 in newyork ⚠ mature language & sexual scenes ⚠

━𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐎 ❛They call you the temptress of the night. A woman trained to kill; a weapon equipped to destroy. A murderer hidden in the skin of a seductress. They call you heartless, cruel, daunting a-and... 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙.❜ ─── ♛ ─── Xena, the only heir to the American Mafia. Deceitful with beauty. Heartless with duty. Merciless with artistry. She was an illustrious raptor, pretty and beastly. But looks can be deluding and so can she. Now, the Italian Capo wants her dead. Sent on a mission to eliminate the Capo, Xena faces a trial of love and error. All fairytales end with in sickness and in health. But in a nefarious world like theirs, the two will be bound by hell. Will this be the end of her rein, or will they rise above the havoc? ─── ♛ ─── Highest Ranks: #1 in Action-Romance #1 in ProjectBadassGirl #15 in Sarcastic #10 in Humor #63 in Featured ─── ♛ ─── Rewritten version of Mafia Queen Meets Mafia King. Mature. Dark Romance. This book is marked mature for a reason. Mature scenes, violence *in depth*, human trafficking, r*pe and other things lie ahead that may be triggering for some. Summary refining done by @NilaNarrates.

Dark Thriller Mafia Romance A Mafia Underboss, an Undercover Agent Phaedra Bali I know what I came here to do, I know he's my enemy, I know he's a killer, I know his hands are stained from blood. But somehow, someway I still trust them. "She was created to be destroyed every day." Icarus Frances I made a vow to keep distance from everyone, no weaknesses. One rule, simple as that, except one big problem and she's set on making my life a living hell. "He's touched the sun and now he's falling." Disclaimer: I wrote this awhile back and my writing style has changed a lot so it's under (heavy) editing.